Not in the sense that I’ll write up, cursive tips, and show the,world how I want them to sit right up, turn and twist, and hold a,pose while reciting lines from, monsieur the whip, and most loved, B.K.S. Iyengar’s “Light On,” words of wit, like I’ve absorbed the,full meaning when there’s a thousand levelsto this artistic science, worshiped with, focus.

Surely I could advise some, hurting hips, with bolsters.

Rather, I began and signed up shy of, my 36th, to post up,in the paint so yoga can assist and help me dunkon life from, a perfect grip, while on mats like Yoda.

Now that I think of it, Suzanne’s price of, services, could’ve been bolder.

I still would’ve signed up, served some gifts, and still felt I owed her.

Prior to, my heart felt like it was tangle tied up, in tourniquets, and smoldered.